On the ground are many fallen fruits.
Not every fruit is of the same tree.
Some are rotten, and some are succulent.
Some are obscured, and some are cherished.
Some will be snuffed in the fire, and some will be harvested.
Of the ones tossed in the flames—memories of them will be plucked from the living.
Of the ones cherished—they will fill the bellies of those who establish generations of fruition.
For goodness and the pure produce life.
Of which tree, O Fallen Fruit, have you come from?
No fruit falls too far from its tree.
Look back and you will see.